Name: Control (feat. Jay Electronica & Big Sean)
Duration: 7 min 30 s
Description: Слушайте песню Control (feat. Jay Electronica & Big Sean) - Black Hippy онлайн с альбома Black Hippy 2 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 7:30. Год выхода - 2014

Black Hippy 2

Black Hippy

Shadow of Death

The Heart Pt3

Gettin By (feat. Lloyd Banks)

East 2Da Westside (feat. Cory Gunz)

Ballin (feat. Bow Wow)

Money Trees

America (feat. Boaz)

Banger

Drugs

Melt

U.O.E.N.O.

S.R.I.P. (feat. YG, Young Jeezy & Chris Brown)

Control (feat. Jay Electronica & Big Sean)

Boy, I'm 'bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquor

I had women on women yeah, that's bunk-bed bitches

I've done lived more than an 80-year-old man still kickin'

'Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'

But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base

'Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit

They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall, bitch

Like a drought, but you gon' get this rain like it's May weather

They told me I never, boy, never say, "Never"

Swear flow special like an infant's first steps

Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress

So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death

Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride

Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried

Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside

No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind in my mind

'Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'

I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac, bitch, and got ruined

So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that "Juicy" vid

From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome

Niggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loan

They say Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor

You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone

I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn't take long

We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody

Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit vers' everybody

I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot

The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic

And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggas

Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot

I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop

Drop fire, and not because I'm namedroppin', Hall of Fame droppin'

And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OGs

Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me

Forever hot-headed but never got cold feet

Got up in the game, won't look back at my old seats

Clique so deep we take up the whole street

I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week

Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds

Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond

Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize

I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it!

Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon

So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc

So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit

So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch

And bomb on there mom while she watchin' the kids

I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists

I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork

I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York

King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle 'em both

The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes

Live in the basement, church pews, and funeral faces

Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas

Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?

If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me

I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, fuck y'all clubs!

Fuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts!

Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt

This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch

I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons

Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan

A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin' for parties

Wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key

Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney

You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley

I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis

You can't stomach me? You plan on stumpin' me?

Bitch, I've been jumped before you put a gun on me

Bitch, I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery

And I'm gon' get it even if you're in the way

And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake

I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time

'Bout who's the best MC, Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas

New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved

And I ain't rockin' no more designer shit

White T's and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous

I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' with

But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is

And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale

Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller

I got love for you all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas

Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas

They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas

What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high

Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive

Out the exit window of five G5's with five grand

With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land

With the hand full of arthritis and poppin' prosthetic leg

Bumpin' Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head

Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said

That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread

I Earth Wind & Fire'd the verse, then reigned on the hook

The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof

The tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooks

Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers

We live by every single word she ever told us

And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turn the coldest

The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over

Put your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy Nova

And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova

To all you magicians that's fidgetin' with the cobra

I'm solid as a rock, 'cause I came from a rock

Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot

'Cause I endured a lot of pain for everythang that I got

The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain from the heart

And the tissue is like an angel kissin' you in the dark

Passion of the Christ, right, to baskin' in the limelight

In a lofty place tanglin' with Satan over history

It's strictly by faith that we made it this far

Слушайте песню Control (feat. Jay Electronica & Big Sean) - Black Hippy онлайн с альбома Black Hippy 2 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 7:30. Год выхода - 2014

Control (feat. Jay Electronica & Big Sean)

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